Sunday, April 11, 2010


I've got nothing to say,
but why would I speak to you
when my thoughts sound empty as dark caves.
I decide over and over again
I don't like vulnerability.

Last year, I nearly lost it
thinking nothing.
I was curious years ago
but I suppose the intrusive nerves
in your body grow thin over time
- the emphatic, excited gestures curl up.
It's weird to think there's still blood in me somewhere,
percolating with deep wet oozes.
Blood somehow always pumps.

I spend many days
mumbling words I'll say clear that night.
But really,
how much do i have to explain
when the universal generalization
explains even that which i can't grasp
for I've only experienced my experience.

You get to know someone really well
and you become so comfortable in their idiosyncrasies.
I sit with you
and say nothing
- it means I love you.

Sometimes you're cutting,
clinching your teeth at my silence
and it frustrates my heart
because I walk and think
in circles on hardwood floors,
the boards creaking
with every footstep I take
toward you.


d.t.l said...

I love this, Will. I can definitely relate to the idea of having the least to say to someone you know the best, and how frustrating that can be.

Also, the imagery in this is awesome.

way said...

Thanks Drew, you're always an encouragement. That's just one thing I love about you.

Yea, this is actually written for a short film I just finished. I'll put it on Youtube soon.